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elminsters foot dissapears through the assassin's backside and kicks the wall.
"Thou hadst choosen to attack me, choosen one of mystra? Thy powers are beyond those of normal mortals yet thee chooses to use thy foot to kick me? I believe thy wrath shall not previal upon me in thy tavern of Lord Sheild but I shall take leave for the moment for thy anger to settle. I suggest burying thy face in a tankard of evermead to settle thy wrath. I shall return."
The Assassin's leather becomes of purrest black and shadows engulf his entire body. His corporeal form becomes but a mere shadow and the shadows fleet through the gaps in windows and door. The patrons in the Bar believe they will see more of this figure of darkness and shadows in the future.
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ShadowMaster of the Theives of Darkness. I'm also an ice cream man!
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